Bruce just tilts his head a little at Tim, like - does he really think he'll talk about his CiD conversations with him? (It's obviously not top secret, since he was fine with conducting it in the room with Tim, but he's still. Well. Bruce.)

Tim's wounds look fine - he's ignoring the scarred surface of the rest of him, just like he was last night - since they aren't infected or growing tentacles; that determined, he stands up again and moves towards the door. He pointed the bathroom out, surely he can sort himself for a few minutes.

As he steps out: "If I wanted to kill you, I could have done it while you were asleep."

He is going to go get food, yes.

(Tim can try to dig through the apartment while he's gone - he won't have long, he's just going to the cafe downstairs, and there's nothing left here to glean, anyway.)